I get off the bus and stroll around on the cargo docks, hoping to see him by chance. I don’t know if he’s gone already and don’t have the nerve to go on board and ask. I’m going to make it look like I’ve just been taking a stroll, like any other day, like in the old days with Dad, before he moved...
He tried to move but he was paralyzed, tried to scream but no sound came out. Something had happened, he knew, something horrible, but he couldn’t remember what. He had to find out, it was important, he had to know. But he was in darkness and he couldn’t move; he could barely breathe. Maybe he wa...